“Oh, I sling it about. When did I?”
“One day last holidays when it was just on a year since I’d left Field’s. Just a year, you said, since I’d—chucked it. O Harry—”
There was a quality in her voice that might, from what she saw upon his face, have been a tocsin’s roll. His face was as a place of assembly into which, as it might be a people alarmed, there came crowding in emotions.
He said, “What’s up?”
She said, “O Harry, you look out for yourself!”
There was much movement in his face. “Look out for myself?”
She said, “That came out of me. I didn’t know I was going to say it. It’s a warning. It shows the fear I have.”
“Rosalie, of what, of what?”
“Harry, for you.”
“You’re going to say something you think will hurt me?”